: [Alice Cooper / Bernie Taupin / Dick Wagner] It's not like we did something wrong We just burned down the church While the choir within sang religious
other stuff Along the way I passed a little alley And there I saw that K-9 called McGruff I said to him: ?Hey! You?re that famous crime dog!? He said: ?
are gone? Though through with you We'll carry on We came and we conquered all that we saw Now here's a parting shot right across your jaw Priests are raping choir
Hustle Even the choir boy bust a move I made it, do what it do I sat back, I thought about all the times, all the harsh crimes Times we sold crack, the
: They preach to the choir, always in the permanent daylight they toss paper tigers from their perfect porcelain skylines, shatterproof spires listen
instant fire, live wire Dunn, rock it til your knees drop, over tree tops Collosal current enforcin, outer bridge crossin One foot first, is the rebirth, the crime
Fiend know Mean mo' money mo' little Fiend still want the greens The cornbread and the cabbage in your hood Remindin' you bitches of who the baddest Definitely the maddest, so the crime
(In September 1978 JOHN is addressing a conference in Atlanta that CHRIS and his wife ELLEN are attending at JOHN's request) [CHOIR] They're called
go on When obligations linger on As if you made them You're so sick and tired Of disinfectants, cops, and lawyers All satan's angels are his choir
It's not like we did something wrong We just burned down the church While the choir within Sang religious songs And it's not like we thought we was right
out run him Damn sure don't wanna get caught Crime what crime it was all hopped up on new wine And mama's gonna kill me If I get kicked out of the choir
One gun, two gun, three gun, four You're, mine, it's all about crime, Onyx It's time to get live, live, live like a wire I set a whole choir on fire
death, like rusty metal The Angel: How do you feel? Laa-la-laa... you're out of line! Machine: Death! Death! (Hey!) Now it's a crime to walk down here
We'll take on all the ends of the world A toast, we're celebrating No one's around we're on our own This sacred wine, it's a toast to all our crimes
We?ll take on all the ends of the world A toast, we?re celebrating No one?s around We?re on our own This sacred wine It?s a toast to all our crimes
Long night is finally over, silent sounds like a choir and dead refrains sing out there warning, for the lose of desire but this could be our greatest
a moon on the mountain A wind through the trees And i still couldn't tell you how that ghost girl receives She seems to be committin' an optical crime
TRIBE FULL OF HATE. WITH KNIVES IN THEIR POCKETS AND BOMBS IN THEIR HANDS, THEY'LL BURN DOWN YOUR CITIES AND YOUR DISNEYLANDS. [Choir:] BARBARIANS
